Without giving it a second thought, I text this same exact thought to him immediately.
Message delivered, my phone screen says. Damn it. I am so stupid. I have to be the stupidest person of the century.
I just confirmed it was my number! All the chances of pretending to never have gotten the text were gone because of me being myself i.e. extremely stupid and hyper.
Beep... my phone goes off again.
"I was just guessing. Turns out to be your number indeed.
So, Yes or no?
Never mind that no part, you have to be there @8. Can I pick you up?"
Okay. Time to think before I type.
"I am sorry. Can't make it. Actually I am a bit busy"
Yes, that looks fine.
Five seconds after I press send, another message is already waiting for me. Has he pre-typed all the responses? No, not possible. Must be really fast.
"Busy? That's bad. Maybe tomorrow?"
Ha. Not tomorrow. Not the next week. Not the next century. I am not going out with you dumbass, like ever.
But instead of this, I type
"No, I am really sorry to decline. Is it really that important?"
Beep. I roll my eyes. How are you so fast?
"Whoa wait a second, why are you all formal with me? And where are you so busy? Def. important to hang out with you. After all, I want to meet in person."
He makes it seems all so easy. Like we are best friends from child hood and he is just taking me out for fun.
Except the fact that I have known him for two years. No, not dated him for two, just known. Talked a little. Maybe a little more. I have never met him in person, I don't know his family, or where he lives, not even his phone number. Okay maybe now I do.
It would be normal to think that he just wants to meet up.
But if you know the previous conversation, he is definitely asking me out. Has to be the case.
He told me a few days ago that if he ever loved a girl, he would tell her that at Red Chanel.
'Occupied my server' is the same phrase a character used to propose his girl in a book he suggested me to read. One year ago.
And he told me two days ago that he doesn't care about the phone number unless he is genuinely interested in some one. Now he is dropping all those hints. He is making the first move and still wanting me to make the first move.
Dirty trickster.
I take a deep breath. Maybe he is checking if I pay attention to things he says and if I figure out that he is asking me to a date, he will take it as a sign from me. I can't directly ask him whether he is asking me out or not! I am so stuck. Why would he date me? Why!
I don't want to be with anyone and maybe if I did, I would have gone out with him but...
No. No. I am not going out with him. That's final. And then there's the possibility of it all being a joke, a prank, a set up.
The phone beeps. "You dead of excitement?"
I don't have to reply. I don't have to continue talking to him.
But then my whole life would be an awkward situation. He will be at school, at work, at family events.
Instead of pretending that he is invisible, I will handle it like an adult. Yes. I can do it.
"Okay I will try. And it's still a century before you can kill me"
"I'll be waiting"
This gives me another idea: He will be waiting and I will never show up and then he will go live in a cave out of embarrassment.
Then I immediately drop it because if he doesn't, I would have to go live in a cave and I particularly do not find small, dark places very attractive specially when they don't have an internet connection.

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This Girl
Teen FictionAnnalese Abernathy is your average seventeen year old confused about many things and working her way through life, with many distractions and jolts in between.